Last night Ryan and I walked almost four miles. It’s the longest walk I’ve been on since the surgery; maybe even longer. We didn’t go our usual route. On this trip, we took a section of road that has no sidewalk and runs alongside the backyards of homes in a residential area. The terrain is somewhat uneven. It felt more like a hike than a walk. Ryan and I hiked all the time, before we had kids. I forgot how much I liked it. It was no Diamond Head or Manoa Falls, but it felt good; and it was long enough to make me feel accomplished.
I’ve been guilty of eating my feelings lately. I haven’t had a whole lot of time to walk recently, either, between appointments and various other things. The walk felt good. I don’t think it’s cancelled out all the extra calories, but it felt good. It seemed like the first time we’d been alone together and not talked about cancer in a while.
A friend who had a double mastectomy told me that after her surgery, she started taking probiotic enzymes. I started taking them too, before my surgery, and I don’t know exactly how much they’ve helped, our how they help, but I feel they might have helped in some way that I guess I don’t fully understand. I think I’ve healed faster than if I hadn’t taken them. At least, I have some weird sense of well-being that might be in my head. I wasn’t even aware that probiotic enzymes came in tablet form. I didn’t know anything about them until the conversation with my friend. I think I’m a believer.